Mother,
I am sorry that I have not written you sooner but the being of this year has been rather exciting to say the least. When Hermione and I left you, Dan and Jean we were lost on where Harry and Ron had gone to. We scoured the train but settled on sitting in a compartment with a very odd child. She was otherworldly in a way. If she wasn't so strange I would have thought she was an angel with that pale blonde hair sitting in that compartment all by herself. But she was no match for our Hermione's overwhelming willingness to give anyone a chance, and before I knew she was fast friends with the strange girl who wore mismatch shoes, odd sweaters, and kept her wand behind her ear. Her eyes though mother. They were the eeriest color of silvery grey I have ever seen. Vast like the way sun reflects on water and makes it shine silver. They seemed everywhere and nowhere at the same time as she looked at me and Hermione. Hermione seemed to instantly love the girl in her weirdness, but she said something odd to me Wrackpurts buzzing about my head and ears. I thought she was daft. Silly girl was clearly insane and then she said something uncanny once more. She said a gift cannot always be seen as such then began to chat with Hermione once more. Mother, the girl creeps me out, but if Hermione wants to bring her into our circle of friends it was a much better introduction that of Ron Weasley, who by the way has been far better this year.
The idiot boy wonder and his carrot top friend missed the train and then presumed to fly that infernal car that Weasley Senior has been working on. I only cringe not because of the crash into the Whomping Willow, but the sheer stupidity of the pair. A flying car in the middle of London. By Slytherins holy snake they did not breed intelligence into those two idiots. Ron gets a Howler the next day, which I found quite hilarious and also I beg of you to never send me one, it was more than embarrassing for the red head and never wish that upon myself.
On to a rather horrible addition to the staff. Lockhart. Pardon my language Mother, but the wanker gives a quiz about himself and then sets Cornish pixies on the lot of us. He went on and on about his smile and banshees. Oh, and not to mention Hermione sighed, and went gooey at the man. It was pitiful. But when he unleashed pixie hell on us Ron and Harry tried to fend them off with books, I tried to keep from being dive bombed, it was quick thinking Hermione that cast the Freezing charm and immobilized all the flying devils in the air. All four of us began rounding them up before the spell wore off. I noticed, as well as Ron, and Harry, that the blonde blighter ran. Our teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts ran and had children pick up his Mess.
I am growing tired recently as well. My dreams are plagued with images that I forget just as I wake in the morning. It is frustrating and I feel I haven't slept a full night since we arrived at the castle. I hope it just adjusting to the new environment other than my own bed again, but this is certainly taxing. I believe Harry is having the same issue and he is just so out of touch that he is beginning to hear voices. I think that the Willow hit him harder than we thought, or he could have been hit during quidditch practice. Merlin knows he is an accident magnet.
I hope all is well at home. I miss you terribly,
Your Son,
Draco
Draco My son,
I hope you contact Madam Pomfrey if you begin to feel ill. Everything has been easy going here at the Manor. You father has avoided me since his last bout with my wand with the Grangers in our home. Though I believe that is a conversation for a personal visit, don't you. Also I have written legal authority over Hermione in the wizarding world, and she now essentially our charge. I will be taking you and Hermione to Hogsmede for her Birthday next Friday. I already owled Severus, McGonagall, and Dumbledore so that the Granger parents, as well as you and I can celebrate her birthday. They were so kind to take us to that muggle Italian restaurant, back in June for your birthday. I am glad you mentioned doing the same for Hermione in the Magical world.
I am to meet the Grangers soon, my son. We are going over the gifts to get Hermione. Please be mindful of your health, and please find sleep. I will see you soon.
Always,
Your Mother
Narcissa stopped the movement of her quill magically as she sat in her chair. She had used the letter writing to distract herself. She glanced in the mirror and turned away immediately after. She had a cut lip, a black eye, and her eye red was with busted capillaries. Her shoulder was propped in a sling with her left arm covering her waist. She tried to move, but gasped and winced. She stayed in her chair for a moment longer waiting for the potion her told Dobby to find. The invasion of her home had happened just a few hours before hand.
The werewolf had hunted her down. Sniffed and tracked her to the garden. She needed movement. She need space to fight. When the brute had lunged she ran then slid under cutting him along the left arm and chest. She cast the cutting curse Severus had taught her but only managed to nick him. He had managed to get close and backhanded her into the wall. He was extremely lucid for one so animalistic in nature. He raked his sharpened nails down her ribs and she bit her lip as she felt her flesh separate and then blood drip to the floor. She had a silver dagger on her hip and stabbed the animal in the arm. Not enough to kill but maybe enough to get him to back off. With a yelp he fled. Thank Merlin she began carrying the small blade she used for potions when Lucius had started to get bolder in his activities. Dobby got to her just as she fell to the ground. He did just as she asked. "Go get Madam Bones. Let no one see you."
Now here she was in her own house knowing exactly who sent him. Amelia questioned her and all she could say it was Lucius. But there was no proof against Lucius, impetuous he could be, he wouldn't be sloppy enough to leave a trail back to him. She contacted Scrollblade at Gringotts and inquired about the strongest goblin wards she could afford. The rapid reply stated as soon as she was on her feet she to meet him as a friend of the nation. She sighed as Dobby finally arrived with the potion she developed all those years ago. She downed it in a single swallow and finally gingerly stood. She watched as the cut on her lip faded and her black eyes receded. The busted capillaries in her eye went from blood red to pink, and faded even more. She tried to move her shoulder and gasped. Not yet. She nodded her than you to the little elf and he bowed but never left her as he tucked his mistress into bed.
Finally Lucius had lowered himself to assassination attempts, and a damn werewolf at that. Fenrir Greyback, the beast. She would get her revenge… eventually. As for her husband, he would pay. Her thoughts were muddled as she felt herself drift into a dreamless sleep